January 24, 2007
At least one gas problem has been solved!
Though I suppose someone might need to develop some new mufflers...
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Now if they could route it to a powercell that would power my ipod ...
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... then I'd keep my joules in my pants.
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That caused quite a commotion yesterday. However, different links in the comments of deleted threads to not a double post make. Here's your license and registration, y'all have a nice day now. *tips hat, farts*
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Officer fartbest forgot about the farkian nature of the topic, however...
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I ENJOY FART
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That's a paddlin'.
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But my farts are deadly weapons. "Silent killers," I call 'em. This would disarm me! Also, I'd hate to be in the room when those stinky-ass sealed pants come off.
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It'd be like in Ghost Busters when that jerk makes them open the box with all the ghosts in it, and they all fly out and take over the city and then the Sta-Puft marshmallow man comes because you were thinking about him, Stantz!
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^^ Ha ha Sta-puft ... good name for these pants.
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Damn. I did a search under fart, pants, underwear, and--strangely enough--stay-puft, and didn't find it. Kinda of disturbing that this post makes me Farkian. Well, at least it sounds disturbing. It rhymes with Kevorkian. Sorta. Something to ponder. *Sits on rock in the pose of Rodin's The Thinker. Farts.*
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It may be time for me to finally unveil my new clothes-cleaning liquid soap product: Deturdgent.